"dui" poems
if you can be anything
be kind.
we are all just humans.
we laugh at cute cat videos,
hum little songs,
eat raw cookie dough and laugh when it makes one giant cookie mass.
life is made of these moments.
people deserve so much love.
how often do we remind our families we love them?
is it often enough?
how many days do we think only of ourselves.
human nature is beautiful and terrible and stunning.
somehow hate seeps through the cracks of time and makes us bitter and angry.
and it's fine to be angry.
just don't let it consume you.
remember sometimes that there
are old folks out there who still tease each other,
there are babies who giggle when you play peekaboo,
there are dogs with slobbery tongues who need head scratches,
there are children spinning and laughing when they fall.
humams are important.
we are special.
even people we say we hate.
i thought i hated my mom
but i know she cares
and i have seen her run when she thought i was in danger.
i have seen her break into tears at getting a DUI and trying to explain to a child that she might lose her job.
being human is tough.
our hearts harden trying to protect ourselves but
we end up locking people out.
in trying to avoid being hurt
we hurt the ones we love.
please never forget that each person you meet has more than just facet.
people are stunningly complex.
don't judge someome til you've walked two moons in their moccasins.
humans are worth so much.
i don't know what i am saying
but i mean it with all of me.
i love you.
you deserve so much.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
I've been digging
through this dumpster
far too long
trying to get to the bottom of it all.
Slimey sweet stench
there's my first love
my first pipe
my last light
my first rush
my last gush
my first bet
my last buck
"the game ain't over
until the rent money's gone."
I am down a deep hole
and my only tool is a shovel
I've got that one choice
but to go
down
down
down.
Drunk and dial
Drunk and poetry
how did I get here
how do I get out?
I'm a spiritual wasteland
connected to no one
connected to nothing
My drug
My man
My woman
My casino
The rush comes first
The numbness comes last
until
death, insanity or jail
is within my grasp.
I do what I do
But I am allergic too
you understand
when I do what I do
I break out in handcuffs
jail cells
strapped down to beds
looking around
longing for my dumpster
and
what I might have found.
1st Step
12th Step
I've done them all
though the 13th Step
I liked the best
Sponsors have come and gone
Spiritual awakenings
have all been done
I am back in this dumpster
where I had begun.
There is an exquisite mystery
at the heart of it all
the internal shift
happens
an inside job
The 21 year old's first black out
enough is enough
The 60 year old
on his fifth DUI
going out for one more round.
It is true
I have seen it many times
Recovery can be found
Hope restored
Wisdom in these halls
Peace within these walls
The dumpster closed
and left behind
A ladder falls and arrives
acceptance and gratitude
combine
as they say
"One day at a time."
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
Like a drug taken for a quarter century, this writing doesn't help like it use to...
See,
I'm starting to feel like it's working against me
Holding me here in pain and misery
Cleverly disguised as creativity
I use to lie and say it was a way to get rid of all this negativity
But I've spilled so much blood and tears onto stationary
...and not even purely metaphorically...
I should be completely empty
Hell, I think I might be
I think it's moved onto draining my energy
Can I still call this writing therapy?
Is it healthy or does it keep me from a new me?
Holding tightly but in spite of me
Hiding a different side of a complex personality
A new level of maturity
Is it actually helping any?
Today it's hard to say, but maybe
Unfortunately, it's something I'm good at, a skill I enjoy and I don't have many
So I've begun to notice I look at it differently
It was suppose to help me let go of the painful unpleasantry held in many a memory
But it woke a part of my ego that I didn't know would grip so tightly
It might have been a mistake to rely on it so heavily
It's no longer moving along the story
No cautionary tales to learn from because they never become history
It becomes a bookmark that I don't use properly
I never move it to the page I left off on and now, I must admit openly, I'm doing it purposely
I keep the worst of me right next to me, close as a frienemy
All because I notice I DON'T write when I'm happy
And I like to write so I dance around emotions strategically
I don't know if it's anything worth saying but writing is calling and drawing me in closely
A ghostly presence that when I look closely I see my identity
It hasn't always been but is now a big part of me
But does it want all of me?
Can't say either way with any certainty
No AH-HA moment, no clarity, only a death grip on disparity
So I recklessly walk the line of happy and tragedy
Like a DUI test on the side of the freeway, drunken pageantry
Eyes closed usually
No thought of mine or anyone else's safety
Dangerously close to calamity
And I just worry
©2024
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast
Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters
Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers
Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill
Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone
Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face
Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class
As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
***** whiskey, ***
Turns out they don't make good dye
At least not for a bunny with a DUI
Still to make things worse this was his first year on the job
Life in prison, it's not easy
With so few places to hide your eggs
And the people aren't so friendly
To be blunt, eggs end up where they shouldn't be
***** ink, dirt
Stained the bunnies fur unnaturally
This holiday no candy baskets were delivered
I'd like to see you hop with a ball and chain
Two pictures in one day
Newspaper headlines and a mug shot
Easter's not so pretty with a black eye
Drunk, resisting arrest, what a sad way for Easter to die
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
I think about returns the only reason I left us to recreate myself
I'd like to stay the same but as time goes on I have to change with the times
I always change it up my workout bores me
I need a fresh different workout
Relationships get stale right away they don't see into my world they see ways to change my world take the vision away to mold into theirs
Mma is great I take an *** kicking to make others better
I coach I hear others frustrations but would rather do something about it than hearing them complain
I've never got a DUI I got silly drunk but no longer want that rep
I'm not being with anyone lays ting is degrading after a while
I do have standards I don't aim low or take what I could get
I'm struggling for a career not a job that brings me up then demotes you
I'm one who works with and inspires kids not trying have my own
I'm not who you see but take time to know me
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Sign here and,here
Authorized personnel only
Exit…
A sign of distress on his face
The normal signs of distress?
No. Signal the white flag high
Suboxone and methadone
Romney and Ryan
The county fairgrounds…
“Lookout for that fox!”
DUI you cant afford it
DUI CRACK you cant afford it
Hand signals communicate
UFO Conference?
No SIGNS of UFO’s tonight
“Where’s your sign?”
What would my sign look like?
Winding road, next 4 miles
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Nothing is going to protect us from the human condition
We can have fortune and fame
Be on the top of our game
We can be a rocker
in Lost Wages
We can be a woman with a small child
Trying to do welfare to work
We can dance the tango with a Friday night ****
We can be busted for another dui
We can be the head of the corporation
We can even be Paul McCartney
Michael Jordan
Kennedy may be our name
But nothing is going to protect us
from the human condition
I've gambled and won
I've gambled and lost
Millionaire wives die of cancer
Joanie's Johnnie gets SARS
Steve Jobs takes the last dive.
A truck driver falls asleep
A thirty seconds delay winds up catastrophe
So sorry!
Nothing protects us from the human condition
There are mine fields all around us,
most we don't even see
We can be in Mosul
We can be in Aleppo
We can be in Somalia
We can be in Mozambique
One ember, a conflagration
One breath of air, a hurricane
One drop of rain, water everywhere
Twisted Bill Cosby
his son
murdered while changing a tire
Your name can be Whitney Houston
mother and daughter
have died
Ronald Reagan's dementia
he didn't remember a thing
The list of the names
it never really ends
all that fame power and fortune
All of the pain loss and suffering
of me and you
Bad moods ain't seen nothing yet
There is no protection from the human condition
You can set me up another one
I'm drinking to
"how it goes "
I hide out
I come out
I'm probably like you
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
except
find slices of delight when able
There is no protection from the human condition.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
I saw you today for the first time in years.
You were stopped at a red light
and I pulled up behind you.
You were driving his car with him
in the passenger seat
due to his dui arrest
from a few weeks ago.
Your windows were rolled down
and I could hear him
screaming at you about some nonsense.
You were silent as you looked at him,
eyes off the road,
hoping for an end to the noise.
I saw the tears streaming down your cheeks
in the reflection of your rearview mirror
and watched as you put your head down on the steering wheel in an act of hopelessness and defeat.
I guess I finally know what he's got that I don't.
I guess now I finally know why he's so much better than I am.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
I looked at the room broken bottles blood fragments of clothes.
maybe a tooth from somebody not fast are to drunk to get outta the way of a conversation turned bad.
The juke box had almost made it threw but it just had to
play that one song that caused it to become a target
for a flying cue ball.
And I herd someone speaking to the toilet I thought maybe
I wasnt that hungry after all.
As to what caused the riot slash the human tornado of fun I cannot say
But in my opinion that jukebox had it coming always playing the wrong songs at the right time no one likes a ********
And that drag queen could sure throw a mean left hook.
While looking fierce and lip sinking to madonna at the same time that my friends take true talent .
Seems as though the register had went on vacation but they
left the wild turkey and pretzels thank god happy hour was almost apon us.
And theres nothing worse than telling a proffesional drinker as myself
theres no snacks it's like tellinga kid theres no santa claus.
And that big fat guy in the red suit with his little dwarfs
were really just some of momies friends.
I always wondred why santa was so into getting the crap beat outta him
by a woman in a latex outfit calling herself mistress Claus.
Yes coffee always made things better mixed with some of my personal corn whiskey yeah grandpa may went insane and herd voices from drinking the stuff but at least he always had someone to talk to.
As I looked at the chaos that was my headquarters memories came to me in a flood the booth were I met my first wife.
that same booth were i caught her with my best friend and worst enemy and santa i swear he gets around.
So much for online dating dam you napster.
I should just stick with street walkers and circus people.
And I think after my tweenty first DUI
that it was good i never had a license to start with.
cause i really hate losing anything.
It's a shame about my mind.
So really other than this little get togather turned riot turned
love in turned back to brawl turned into
big kid slumber party.
It was after the jukebox had to put in it's two cents
that it all turned to ****
For nothing kills the mood worse than a bad song
at the right time.
Love always Dr Gonzo
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
you used to buy the case
before the rest of us had the *****
you walked right in to that asian market on 3rd
and placed the beer on the counter
they once asked for your license
you told them you had a dui
they never questioned you again
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
This is the song of a Dreamer.
You would be hard-pressed to find
A more likable person.
He is one of a kind.
He moved to California;
From south of the border he came--
A four-year-old with his family.
Futuro, we'll say, was his name.
Futuro's father and mother
Worked very hard to provide
A good life for their children--
Something that they'd been denied.
Schooling was very important.
Futuro strove to excel.
He wanted his parents to see him
And his three siblings do well.
His college graduation
Made his parents so proud.
The smiles on their faces were something--
The biggest smiles in the crowd.
Futuro landed employment.
Later things went awry
When a cop pulled him over
And gave him a DUI.
That's when the nightmare started
Futuro was able to see
What it was like to be treated
Like a detainee.
Belongings were confiscated.
His hands and feet were chained,
As if he were a convict
Who had to be restrained.
They gave him no information
And moved him from place to place.
Each detention center
Was an utter disgrace.
Conditions were atrocious.
The rooms were damp and cold.
The food was barely edible
After you scraped off the mold.
Thanks to our heartless leaders.
Thanks to the CCA.°
We have detention centers
Where people are treated this way.
Such centers often become
A two- or three-year address
For many detainees caught in
A bureaucratic mess.
These for-profit prisons,
Based on what we know,
Are an assault on our freedom.
Let's face it: they've got to go.
When we civilized people
Treat human beings like this--
Worse than we treat an animal--
There is something amiss.
Futuro, well, he was lucky.
He was released on bail.
Now his fate is in limbo.
At least he's no longer in jail.
Must he hide in the shadows?
Must he be on the run?
What will it take for Futuro
To walk in the light of the sun?
Give Futuro your blessings.
Give the hopeful your praise.
May our eyes be opened.
May we see brighter days.
(2-24-17) By Bob B
°Corrections Corporation of America
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
There he goes! He's quite a sight!
He's an Ace... a STAR!
The life of him! It's 3 at night
He's just pulled from the bar
He'll blind you... ***** your light
Anywhere you are
Is he cool?... or a blight
He'll **** you with his car....
Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad to the bone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He goes it alone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He should be goin' home
Rattletrap Cadillac
He'll hit you... then he's GONE.
He just got his SSI
So he's good to go
Drinks as much as he can buy
Hard liquor, don't you know
Has to give driving a try
And he don't go slow
When it comes to DUI
He star's up the *SHOW!
[chorus]*
The Grim Reaper on the road
He got drunk & stank
He ain't scared... a gun to load
And he ain't shootin' blanks
Jail may be his abode
If he weren't so rank
As to hit, and then just GO
Cuz he drives a tank!
Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad... he's NATIONWIDE!
Rattletrap Cadillac
With Jack Daniels on his side
Rattletrap Cadillac
Because he won't decide
To hit some trees...
*or give up his KEYS
AND GIVE UP HIS PRIDE!.***
SøuŁSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
I am there
Wishing that if I pressed my fingers to your lips
I could understand the broken Braille of your breath
When your throat locks in the noise
Gentle butterfly gut
Fanning flames over burning cinderblocks in your belly
I am there
When you wished the moon in a rearview mirror
Heading west
Wondering if you really could go far enough to see its dark side
When you wanted to turn back
I was there
When she drank razorblades
And Tylenol ink
Into a botched suicide note
I was there
This is the journey
When he wondered when he could hold somebody again
Like a waterbed full of blood
Without the motion sickness
I was there
Every moment y’all
Of your ***** sacred
I want to be there
So when you see that this place is so big
And you are so small
And our souls might be stardust and minerals
Burning blue so far away
At least you’re not alone
Your body is built for love
She said
Beer breathed and true
I smiled
I was there
Kiss me with your car parts
DUI this knee buckle
I want to be tried and arrested
Spit out and spanked
And I will still kneel before you
And praise all that is good in you
Because you are holy
Every moment of you is holy
I was there
Begging to be baptized by your presence
Because in a place so big
I don’t want to feel so alone anymore
I want to kiss you
I want to kiss you
Like you are better
Than everything you’ve ever done
You are
I was there
When the world inside your breastplate
Spun natural disaster
And sunshine
Anvil remorse
And sweet laughter
When I held you
Any of you
And our worlds
Vibrated a conversation only our souls could understand
I was there
And all we could speak was “LOVE”
All we could speak was “Us”
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
we used to be able to look around and fit in,
we did it to survive, yeah it kept us alive,
not wanting to be absorbed,
we did not or lose our identity,
we did not adopt the patterns,
of the religious or prestigious,
adaptation to a certain degree,
if we could not win it,
if we did not conquer it,
if we traveled, as was our nature,
we were reserved unless in the
heat of battle or DUI,
desiring* under** the influence,*
we were womanizers and drunks,
unless we were sailing or battling,
eyes on the horizon and swords rattling,
but don't lose sleep,
we aren't cheap, no one
can afford an army like
ours nowadays, and
truly we were more than
an unruly mob, with helmets
axes, swords and a thirst for pointed
play, sharp wit and a bit of
****** and mayhem while
we slay the hours, so...
hand over your treasure,
or your life we rob and
drop it off before we get to
Valhalla, you are not invited.
©ClemC072013
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
I think it's safe to say unlock the safe with the key that you made and now your stuck giving smiley face to the DUI you got that in the pick your just breaking...dang!
Simalar objects are now shaking at the things they didn't do but just look at the lies there making.
Hard to say who was wrong to make the rights when every single one of us would of done the same wrong that seemed right with a life like yours.....right?
If I could put my two cents in for this guy,
Justin...just live life and always think twice.
Public...listen to his life before any songs he writes.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
He said "I'm moving to Ohio.
Won't be long now.
It's a thousand degrees inside of this train and all I got
Is this coffee you gave me.
See you're from this land
With an office, and air conditioning.
And a job.
But all I got is this cup of coffee you gave me."
I said "what's in Ohio?"
He said "nothing. But here I lost $4,000 for smoking some ****
Just a itty-bitty joint"
Then he motioned with his fingers. No more than the scar on my elbow.
"and that DUI." He adds
Under his breath.
"Yes ma'am. I'm moving to Ohio.
One day I'll see you on the news and I'll say
'I know that girl. She gave me a free cup of coffee, iced.'
And I'll be so proud of you.
I'll say 'I met that girl in a thousand degree train'.
Sure, Ohio ain't no L.A.,
But neither is this place."
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
Percocet
*******
Xanax
OxyNEO
And god knows what else.
You keep telling me “I’m not high I swear! I’m just tired”
But your lips are tinged blue, you have saliva in the creases of your mouth, your body is frail and sickly looking, your skin so white it’s almost transparent. Your eyes are swollen, glossy, and gaunt, your cheeks are sunken, your hair is tangled and unwashed.
“I’m not high I swear!”
But I don’t believe you. How many times have you said that to me only to confess later that you were, that you found a pill and didn’t have the self control not to take it.
“I’m not high I swear”
Yet you randomly smack your head, blurt out random words and nonsense, forget entire conversations, fall asleep mid sentence.
You said you were clean. But the very next day I get a call telling me that you’ve been arrested for a DUI, you had Xanax and Oxyneos in your toxicology report.
I’m afraid to answer my phone when it rings, I always fear it will be the call that tells me you’ve overdosed.
You said “I don’t need to go to rehab, I can quit myself”
But if that were true, you’d be clean by now. It’s been over a year since you told me you were addicted to pills.
At first it was just a perc or two, and now you are a full blown opioid abuser.
You’ve become the thing you hated most. An addict that can’t admit that they have a problem.
“Im not high I swear”
I can’t count how many times you’ve said that, how many times you lied to my face. So many times I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again.
But I know I will, and I know I’ll go home and cry after and pray to god you wake up tomorrow.
I just want my best friend back, the kind and honest loving girl you use to be.
I’m tired of the you you’ve become.
The girl that lies, that steals, that is wasting away.
If only you never took that first pill.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper middle-class family
Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders
Bus riders are other people
The poor, minorities, immigrants
People who don’t drive
Because they are blind
Or have a DUI
And in my case
I don’t drive
Because I have bad vision
And bad coordination
Just never got the hang
Of the whole driving thing
Fortunately for me
My wife does the driving
But I still take the bus
From time to time
I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
As a child
Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
Rode them long before BART came along
And afterwards as well
As an adult seldom rode the bus
But when I did so
I was always impressed
By the sheer diversity
Of the bus riding population
Hundreds of languages
All sorts of ****** orientation
Some were white
Most were not
Most of my fellow passengers
Were nice enough
Some were friendly
And some were lost
In their own thoughts
And a few
Were scary looking dudes
With the look
Of someone who had done time
And were capable of more violence
I also rode the bus
In Seattle as a graduate student
A lot of fellow UW students
And the usual immigrants
Minorities etc
And some white people
Commuting
And in DC
Over the years
I rode a lot of buses
Mostly to and from the metro
But I got to know
And love the DC buses as well
I also took the greyhound bus
Across the country
Several times over the years
All over the U.S.
From Bay Area to Stockton
From Bay Area to Clear Lake
From Bay area to NYC
NYC to DC
All over the USA
Taking the Greyhound
Was always an adventure
Met a lot of interesting people
As people on long distant bus rides
Tend to open up and talk
To pass the time away
Overseas I took the bus
All over
In India, in Barbados
In Spain and in Korea
The Korean buses
For many years
Were difficult for foreign visitors
As the signs were all in Korean
Most have signs
Now in English, Chinese and Korean
And are much more foreigner friendly
Riding the bus
In America
Allows one access
To the underbelly of American society
The poor, the marginalized
The immigrant communities
That many middle class white people
Just never see
And for that reason
I am glad
That I am a bus rider
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Remember when we were three?
When we used to run around my backyard with our grass stained knees?
Remember when we were six?
We were attached at the hip, with our matching outfits and silly tricks
Remember when we were nine?
That summer we spent our days making sandcastles on the shoreline
Remember when we were eleven?
When my parents got divorced?
I moved out of the neighborhood, and it seemed like you moved on from our friendship for good
Remember when we were thirteen?
When you started acting mean?
You started ignoring me at school
I guess that's when you started being "cool"
Remember when we were fourteen?
When you said I looked bulimic, with a disgusted look on your face
Guess what, that was the case
I could have used a friend, I wasn't well
Your words hurt like hell
Remember when we were fifteen?
When you took that pregnancy test?
To get boys to notice you you were always getting undressed
I tried to ignore the rumors
But they were about as glaring as a tumor
Remember when we were seventeen?
And you got that DUI?
Because you decided to drive drunk and high
I wanted to shake you
I wanted to believe that it wasn't true
That my best friend was now a stranger
That she would do something so dumb, putting herself and others in danger
I miss you
I miss the girl you used to be
The one who was so funny and carefree
We used to be two peas in a pod
But now when I see you things just feel odd
When I'm with you I might as well be alone, but I guess that's part of us becoming grown
Isn't it strange
How people change?
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
You really don't think she's worthy of you?
Okay you get good grades
You've skipped a grade
You won the spelling bee
But are you smart?
Okay she carries a 2.4
She got held back
Okay she can't spell well
But Is she dumb?
You got Into a four year university
She's going to community college
You're now a lawyer
She's now an artist
You're rich and successful
She's rich and successful
You're getting a divorce
She's getting married
You lost your kids In court
She's carrying her second child
It's her 10th anniversary
It's your 10th DUI meeting
You're at your High school reunion
She notices you
You ask her If she's smart
She says no
She asks you If you're happy
do you know what you said...............
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
If you want a name
you'll find it between the steps
of ladders, like the bullet holes
of wounded soldiers;
a body riddled
with questions
rather than answers
If you want a being
you'll find something precious
in the ugly, something beating, or
eating it's way out of the chest;
the imagination clumsily chooses
a newborn alien, or a
botched abortion
But no, it's neither
of these things, but it is...
And that's okay
If you want a poet,
colored and racist, a dancer
balanced and limbless,
an actor, melodrama
and actress
They're all yours
for the taking;
Remind me of the woman
who spoke of her vacation
at the round table of a small
town cafe; how she took
a vacation to the rainforest,
and had much to see; and how
her crimson red shades
matches the drapes; after all
it's the time of the month
and it lasts for days
If you want a lover,
you desire a well-lit cage;
and that, my prisoner
is okay.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
you live like
the entire opposite of me
blow herb like it grows indefinitely
drink 40 oz until you can’t see
you aren’t the scholar I imagine I’d be
with
the guy majoring in biology
taking classes are nearly filled to capacity
like my mind with this fantasy
that isn’t reality – is it?
because my guy
is supposed to be involved in the community
in school, working and paying his bills on time
like you
but you – you’re not him
you just
eat
sleep
work
and repeat all over again
sold herb on the side got money and then –
realized
you wanted something different
a career and a girl
but do you really want to be
with a girl like me
because being with a boy
like you
is scary to me
i'm scared of me
and you
my guy is supposed to
have graduated high school
with a 4.0 and will go
to graduate school with that diploma
wrapped in blue and gold
he'll hold me right and treat me right
and write me poetry
even though he's never set foot
in a class like that
like you
but listen - you're different
you just got out of court for a DUI
it seems like your a party type of guy
but that fact that you drink
like UCSB frat boy worries me.
i might fall for you
because we talk so often
when i meet you in the doorway
will you have me at hello
will i have you at hello
the hell do i know
i'm not sure how to end this
because we haven't yet begun
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
My going away party
ended up with Garrison seizing
and Hailey getting a DUI
too much for one night
I like a good time but not
when people I love could die
it hurt my heart
I want to go home
and sit as a family
get a kiss from my dog
visit Ingrid and hear her laugh
grab some horchata then
crash in my old bed
lay down my weary head
only to wake up
and find myself
here
instead
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC